Memorials › Louis Nelson
6 Jun 1865 – 24 Mar 1947
| Birth | 6 Jun 1865 |
| Death | 24 Mar 1947 |
| Cemetery | Valparaiso Cemetery Valparaiso , Saunders County , Nebraska , USA |
| Added by | Nick Nelson on 18 Oct 2021 |
| FaG | https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/17882902 |
Married Minnie Fiedler Jan 30, 1894 in Wahoo Children: Lexie, Alvin, Lloyd, Nannette, Harry, Bessie, Herman, William, Edward, Edna. Obituary from Valparaiso Visitor published Apr 3 1947: Louis Nelson was born to Anna and Nels Nelson on June 6, 1865 near Harby (Skone) Sweden, and departed from life March 24, 1947 at the home of his son, William, in Lincoln, at the age of 81 years, 9 months and 18 days. He was baptized in the Luthern church and his boyhood and youth was spent in Sweden, where he attended school. He emigrated to America at the age of 21, in the spring of 1887, coming directly to Saunders County, Nebraska, where he spent the remainder of his life except for the last four months which he spent in Lincoln and the 3 years he spent in the Black Hills working on the rail road. He was married to Minnie Fiedler, January 30th 1894 at Wahoo and to this union was born 10 children. He leaves to mourn his untimely departure, besides his wife, Minnie, 7 sons, Lexie of Greenwood, Alvin of Omaha, Lloyd of Raymond, Harry of Creston, Iowa, Herman of Valparaiso, William of Lincoln and Ed of Ithaca and 3 daughters, Mrs. Nannie Nelson of Raymond, Mrs. Bessie Spath of Malcolm and Mrs. Edna Carlson of Lincoln, 18 grandchildren and 1 great grandchild. Funeral services were held at the Methodist Church Wednesday at 2 o'clock with Rev. A.C. Wischmeier officiating. Burial was in Valparaiso cemetery. Pallbearers were, Wm. Hyatt, Clarence Linch, Anton Rezac, Mike Bouc, Chas Carlson and Ed Jakoubek. I cannot say, and I will not say, That he is dead! He is just away! With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land, And left us dreaming, how very fair, It must be since he lingers there. And you- O you, who the wildest yearn, For the old time step and the glad return- Think of him faring on, as dear, In the love of There as the love of Here, Mild and gentle as he was brave, When the sweetest love of his love he gave. To simple things- there the violets grew, Pure as the eyes they were likened to, The touch of his hands have strayed, As revently as his lips have prayed, Think of him still as the same, I say, He is not dead-he is just away! -James Whitcomb Riley
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